In the restaurant.
I placed Zhou Xiaobao on a chair and poured a glass of cool boiled water.
I used a Small Knife to cut a wound on my own arm.
I added a drop of blood from the wound into the cool boiled water.
"Zhou Xiaobao, drink this," I handed the glass to Zhou Xiaobao.
Zhou Xiaobao obediently drank it down.
Before long, his body began to convulse slightly.
The glass in his hand slipped and fell.
I caught it in time, "Xiao Bao, how are you feeling?"
"My stomach hurts so much..." Zhou Xiaobao trembled violently.
Sweat covered his forehead, and beneath his tender skin, blue veins were barely visible.
Then, snakes of various colors struggled and popped their heads out of his body, frantically escaping from Zhou Xiaobao.
After they fell to the ground, the snakes twisted in pain.
They all died shortly after.
Zhou Xiaobao fainted in the chair, his pale face still bearing the ghastly bite marks.
However, I could feel that there were no more snakes inside his body.
